writing

  • Soulful lines

    There’s nothing more life-consuming than an idea when you only have one.It’s scary, really, the time you spend thinking about the same thing over and over again until there’s nothing else.

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  • I did it…

    …I have officially two (almost completed) books in the plotboard. The process was less than seamless, but as always in my life, I’ve discovered my exact mix between extreme organization and intuition. Meaning, the two steps back I took after half a book written (only by gut feeling), was the correct thing to do. Now…

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  • Soulful Lines

    And then I sit here, in the garden of my childhood house, and I cannot tell anymore what kind of person I would be if my father were still alive.More confounding yet, I’m not sure if I could give it up for just one more day with him anymore. I used to think that; that…

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  • Soulful Lines

    Old objects bring me solace—small bits of memories encapsuled by hard exteriors; the hourly chime of the pendulum clock, the aluminum butter dish from my grandparents’ summer house, the ’80s coffee cups from my parents’ wedding gifts, the hundred portraits spread over all home surfaces. I like to be surrounded by it, the nostalgia, the…

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  • Clichés

    Nobody tells you.Nobody tells you that putting yourself first means putting others second, by definition. And for a lifetime people pleaser like me, that is a feat. A feat I am learning, but it takes time. Also, nobody tells you that accepting yourself as you are (another lovely cliché) is more difficult than it seems.…

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  • Drive by Kate Stewart

    Somehow, I thought it was a good idea to give fantasy a break. I cannot say I regretted it; I can only say this one hit too close to home. So much so that I read and re-read it after, unable to move on from it. There are some ways to love that get imprinted…

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  • Soulful lines

    Books that spark memories will make you drown in emotions.

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  • One word

    I feel his eyes on me, again.It has been a habit since we started working together, even amid the crowded room where we heatedly debate this merger.I keep the silence as my weapon. I lean forward with my elbows on the table, slightly biting my fingers, while I wait for some kind of truce between…

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  • Updates on the book and some lessons learned. With the end of Act I almost complete, it was time for a pause and regroup. Counting words is not enough anymore; a sum of cells does not translate into a being, after all. Therefore, many other ingredients are required. Planning: One of the most challenging things…

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  • Dreading

    She died a thousand deaths before she was ready to assume defeat.For people like her, who never surrender, dying means nothing; it simply means you must keep trying, keep pushing.It took her so long to accept that sometimes death is not defeat, it’s a blessing. And you can choose it for yourself, even if nobody…

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